I walked down the hallway leading to the elevator, my steps steady even if my thoughts weren't.
When I reached it, I slid the door open and stepped inside, pressing for the upper floors as the doors closed behind me.
I drew in a quiet breath, trying to steady myself. I still couldn't quite believe it—I was about to meet the CEO of Brisco.
My brother… Akira.
Getting this far had already been a mess.
When I first walked in and applied for the job, the secretary had asked for my ID. I told her I didn't have one. Then came the questions about my academic background, certificates, all the usual nonsense that proved I was… someone. Same answer. Nothing.
And when she asked where I came from, I told her the truth—or at least the only truth I had. I didn't know. My memory was gone.
That's when the room turned into a joke.
Some laughed outright. Others didn't even try to hide it, throwing names at me like I was some kind of street performance.
Weirdo. Freak. Lost case.
